I did promise you one of these, didn’t I? Let me see…how about a snippet of the not-so-place-able spy story, which is now out to Sniplets? Sure.
There was a knock on the door. Drew popped out of the kitchen. “What do you think she forgot?”
Chas looked over his shoulder and saw Drew begin to open the door. He bounded over the back of the couch. Agents’ addresses were rarely found out, but there was no way he was going to let Zoey’s kid brother open her front door, just in case.
Hey!” Drew was annoyed and jostled.
“Sorry. I wanted to look out the peephole.” Chas opened the door. A blond man, dressed in a white tux, except for a black vest, came into the room and shut the door quickly.
“Turn out the lights, Chas,” the man said.
Chas shook his head. “Not now, Alan.”
Alan turned out the lights. “Now get down. What are you doing here? I figured this place would be empty. With a little luck they didn’t catch me trying to get in.”
“Alan, ixnay on the idinghay aceplay.”
“What?” The man reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a sleek handgun. He stealthily tiptoed, crouched, to the window.
Drew’s mouth dropped open. “Who are you?” he finally managed to say.
“Drew,” said Chas firmly. “This is my business partner, Alan Lynx.”
Alan smiled, noticing Drew. “Chas, who is this?”
“This is Zoey’s brother. He’s here for the weekend and we were going to watch the game.”
“Pleased to meet you. Zoey’s brother?”
“Drew. What are you going to do with the gun?”
Lynx peered out into the night. No sign of enemy agents. That meant they might be competent. “Pigeons. Big problem in New York. Why don’t you call me Uncle Alan?”
Chas say Drew’s sideways frown in the gloom. “How do you know Zozo?”
“Zozo?” Chas caught the twinkle of laughter in Alan’s voice.
Chas crept up to the window. “This is unavoidable?”
Alan nodded. “I made one mistake. They noticed I wasn’t wearing the cuff link that I had planted after they found it, before I left. I had to improvise. That’s why I’m here.”
“Great. You know Zoey’s going to kick my butt, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah. But if it’s any consolation, she’ll kick mine first. I don’t like saying this in front of the kid, Chas, but I think Zoey’s in trouble. See if they trace that cuff link to Zoey. She’s got the listening apparatus in her purse.”
“Wait a second!” Drew popped between them. “What does this have to do with my sister?”
Alan pulled the shade down a tiny bit more. “Drew, right?”
“Spill it, Uncle Alan.”
“Chas, what’s Zoey’s cover?”
“Your sister is a model. And she’s a spy.”
“And you two are spies?”
Drew nodded. “I could see that. You look like James Bond. But you,” he eyed Chas, “you don’t look like a spy.”
“Yup,” Chas said. “Guess that makes me the best spy of all.”
“Well, not the best,” said Alan. “That’s reserved for us guys that look like James Bond.”